"RAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Bellowing screams filled John's ears. He knew where they came from. He could regonzie the sound of their voices anywhere. It was his babies.
John shuffled around the mansion. His heart was thumping and the chant was repeating in his mind.
MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER!
MURDERER MURDERER. MURDERER
John grits his teeth as he shuffles along. They might take his children, too. They might end one of the few things that he loved in this world.
MONSTERMURDERER I WON'T LET THEM! MONSTERMURDERER
And then John was on the scene.
Standing in front of the two dragons were two men. They both were tall and muscular and they wore black suits. Neptune was shooting gales of fire at them. But they were too fast. They dashed to the side before the fire could hit them.
John grit his teeth even harder. He had to help.
He couldn't match their speed. And if he unleashed his full strength he was likely to destroy his dragons along with the whole manor. It would be indiscriminate destruction.
What could John do to avoid that?
John's eyes darted to a rock. It was nestled into the dirt and surrounded by some green blades of glass.
MONSTERMURDERER! I could throw it. MONSTERMURDERER!
John smiled. Of course. Why didn't he think of that?
John pulled the rock from the dirt. It was quite a large rock. But for John's size, it fit perfectly around his palm. John watched the men dart to and fro.
NOW!
John pulled the rock back and chucked it at the man.
BOOOOOM!
A shockwave rippled out, and the sound barrier broke. The man didn't even have time to scream before a hole was opened up in his torso.
Unable to keep his balance after the attack the man was sent staggering and falling.
His body landed face down in the dirt.
Neptune rose up and shot a gust of fire at the man's body.
BOOOOOM!
He exploded. The man literally exploded in a hail of bone and blood. And that wasn't the half of it.
BOOOOOOOOOM!
Heat and light. Those were the only two things that John could experience at that moment. His vision was blinded by the light.
There was no sound. There was no up. There was no down. All there was the searing heat and the flaring light.
What?
And as quickly as it started, it ended. John's sight returned to him. And he saw the sky. The sky was blocked by smoke that hung like storm clouds.
PAP!
John's body landed. John was surrounded by fire, but he couldn't hear it crackle. He couldn't feel it searing his flesh. He couldn't taste the smoke in the air, and he couldn't feel the heat of the fire around him.
John reached into his pocket. He needed to get a message out. Before he ran out of time. John opened his phone and quickly tapped on the messenger app. He clicked on the first name that he saw and started frantically typing.
Hourse on firea unkaown attackers seand hlp
And send.
John dropped his phone and slumped into the flame. John sent a command to his body to stand. That's what he needed to do. The fire couldn't burn him. So John could just get up and walk away.
But no matter how hard John tried, his body wouldn't move. It just didn't accept the commands sent to it.
John knew what this was. Asphyxiation.
His body was too deprived of oxygen to function.
MONSTERMURDERER! Is this how I die? MONSTERMURDERER!
John thought through the chant.
There were so many beings that were kind to John. Kind despite his evil. Saints that saved the incorrigible. As John's mind faded, he couldn't help but think.
This is how it's supposed to be. I can't believe I denied it for so long.
To die in hellfire. That was the right of a sinner.
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John sat in an empty library. In his hands was a book.
The Life and Lies of John Turner
It was John's book. One he had been writing since the moment he was born.
"Put the book down, John. Sloth's right, you know. This thorny path leads only to pain. So stop walking."
John looked up from the book to the voice. Before, John was a skeleton. One with blue fires in its eyes and a robe around its body. There was a scythe resting on the plush chair that it sat on.
"How do you know sloth?" John asked
For a moment, the shadow flickered to the face of a scarred woman. And then it flickered back.
"Sloth used to do things other than hanging around you. You didn't create her you know. You are just the one she likes the most at the moment. But she's been around for a long time." Said the skeleton/woman
John raised a brow.
Wait. I thought Sloth was just a figment of my mind.
"So Sloths real?" John asked
"As real as I am." Said the Skeletion/Woman
"But I digress. This is off topic. Put the book down John. Just let it end. There's nothing but more suffering ahead."
John looked down at the book in his hands. She was probably right. But...…..
"There's this girl I know. She's kind. And she picks me up when I'm down. And I kissed her." John said
"I don't care." Responded the Woman/Skeleton
"Just give it up. Don't draw out your suffering. And stop putting me through the hassle of meeting you over and over."
John shook his head.
"I can't. Because I think you're wrong."
An intuition was raised within John. He separated the pages of the book and opened it up.
Now, where were we?
And then, with a flash of red light, John vanished.
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As cold as ice. A cold covered John's body. It was a cold that ate fire and ended heat. For most, it would be painful. But for John, at that moment.
It was comforting.
"HAAAAAAAAAA."
John sucked in a breath of rejuvenating oxygen.